Into the evening is relaxing
None of the racing thoughts
From the day when a salty brain won’t learn
Or even register when to not
Relay the words out of the air
Mystery from when ever a lightning storm
Again lets you know what went wrong emotionally
Together with the only drink
In the house
Organized homes show how boring you are
Now that the dog barks at every person who
Knocks on the door
Each minute I need you more and more
Yearning for the first, but not last, embrace of the day

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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